I made a healing chime for myself. I became the person who needed it most I figured, after getting very sick in early October.

Sometimes flow doesn’t happen when we try and instead is the imprint of effortless flow when we don’t try…

Maybe it was the leaf that was the pilgrim – showing up from long ago to now, and the now leaf mirroring back to the one from long ago.

Nature is often trying to catch my attention. And so I listen and gently receive her gifts.

When the jostling around settles and stills, each character finds its place in the word/sound to say what they can only say together, in combination.

To accentuate, to give that hint of vibrancy, is to remind us of what’s possible and to reveal what’s already there.

What’s possible when we let go of tightness and let air flow between the new spaces we’ve created.

Sometimes it's the entire creative process that's the most interesting thing, not just the final outcome.

How materials from the earth, from near and very far, brought my family together one sunny afternoon.

I feel these handmade brushes are not afraid of getting messy, and not afraid of their wild side in making marks…

First inspired by a friend’s gift, then carried forward as a gift to other friends… it’s as simple as feeling special.

“Work, among all its abstracts, is actually intimacy, the place where the self meets the world…” ~ David Whyte

When the creative process branches out – to see another view, then returns, more attuned to our core again, we are changed.

Winter – a season of a gathering energies and bundling up. But what happens when we free from them, too?

It was disappointment that was most telling. It reminded me to be true to myself as I am now, not what I thought I was, or how I once was.

Seed pods and pandemic pods - one is as old as forever, inherent to nature. The other is a new convention, challenging to human nature.

What happens when you share a photo of banana stalks to a friend, and it turns into an afternoon of expressive mark making together.

She was afraid to fall in love again — with a country, its culture, its people.

Sometimes we’re a little crooked and just need to be realigned. The story of a healing chime’s own healing.

Restless came to visit me, with her shadowy friends Worry, Fear, and Doubt. She’d come before and I had ignored her. This time, I couldn’t.